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There you are, schmuck!

Look at the time!

The metro scares me.

Sure it does!

How dare you, goy!

Dirty goy!

Now flip it over.

Good.

Perfect.

Turn around.

Really, very nice.

Good work Arthur.

Get home safe, Mr. Gilbert.

- Thanks. - Nice to see you.

Take care.

Every time!

- He looked happy, didn't he? - Yeah...

Did you see the state he was in?

His demeanor?

He left straight as a poker.

His heart a little lighter.

We're artists, Arthur.

We transform.

For what? A tux?

It's pointed, not like that.

A tux is pointed.

You don't usually use satin for blazers?

No, not for blazers.

Could you use another fabric?

Of course, you could use...

Another colour?

Red, green, yellow, anything.

No problem.

I did a wedding that way.

It was lovely.

In the Resistance, we made "sizaines."

- How many? - Sizaines.

Only five knew about you.

So if one got arrested...

Only six could be arrested.

They didn't know others.

One guy knew six.

Another, six. That's all.

That was the Resistance. In the Maquis we knew everyone.

The Resistance and the Maquis were separate.

Wasn't it in the Maquis that you ran into an old friend?

That's because...

Only four of us survived!

I told you once.

One died in Ghambery...

Who, Fredo?

It was Maurice the Poet, we called him.

He wrote poems in the camps.

I met him at Nexon and later at Rivesaltes.

The four of us escaped together.

All the same age?

We were all about...

16 or 17.

The same age, yes.

Just about.

Even the one who died at Aix-les-Bains?

He was 16, yes.

The important thing is they slaughtered him.

They slaughtered him.

Hi boys!

Suzanne!

I made pie.

Superb, my pussycat!

I think it's overcooked.

She usually burns it...

This tart...

is a miracle!

Thanks.

What time is it Albert?

- It's 8:10, kiddo. - Really?

- Wait! - I'm late!

Where are you running to?

The theatre.

The theatre.

Yeah, right!

We won't show the play Sylvain and Arthur went to

because with theater,

you're either there,

or you aren't.

The play: "Katie of Heilbronn",

by Kleist.

It tells of a Prince's dreams,

a Princess' jealousy,

and a bastard girl's kindness.

What's everyone else doing tonight?

"KATIE OF HEILBRONN"

- She was on stage, Sylvain! - I didn't see her.

- You didn't see her smile at me? - No.

You're pissing me off, Arthur!

- Believe me? - No.

I'm sure she looked at me and smiled.

I'm going.

Don't tell her Katie smiled.

Stand here, smile. I'm going!

- I'm worldly. - I'm intellectual.

- True. - Isn't it?

Marie-Julie, this is Arthur.

- Hey. - Hi.

What about me?

- You'll play Lady Macbeth. - Right!

On my mother's grave.

How is she?

Arthur and Sylvain go way back,

too far back, Sylvain sometimes thinks.

Sylvain is a cynic

who likes to think that he doesn't need the others,

a savage who pretends to like civilization,

friendship,

and other things he calls lies.

He probably just likes the idea.

But that's enough to make him original in Arthur's eyes.

Take Marie-Julie home?

I can drive you.

Chill out. Don't get excited.

They live nearby?

Tell me what you do.

Stop pestering me.

I'm waiting.

I take things in.

- What? - I'm a tailor.

Next year, I'll work in haute couture.

There's a lot men don't understand.

Any girl prefers a miserable man to a success story,

because she wants love to be active.

Men are busy.

For them, love is secondary.

A little conversation,

a walk in the garden,

and that's all.

To me loving you means

dreaming up ways to cure your anguish,

and following you anywhere.

If you're in heaven,

I'm in heaven.

If you're down,

I'm down with you.

Was that in the show?

No.

It's Sasha from "Ivanov."

Don't you know Chekhov?

It's a joy to see you work, Arthur.

If my father sees you, he must be proud.

The workshop was his life.

Aren't you happy it'll be yours?

You are happy, right?

Very.

Good.

I'm happy too. I'm happy you're taking it.

What's wrong?

I love you, Albert.

Don't say that.

Stop!

Get back to work.

Be a good boy.

You know that Albert...

won't live much longer.

Afterwards, you can leave.

The new test results?

What's wrong?

Do you have a girlfriend?

Don't be silly!

What, then?

Think I'm impressed?

You're wrong.

Is that all?

It's a good start.

I've been warned...

Marie-Julie?

Mane-Julie!

Lovely flowers.

Why are we hiding?

My director,

I don't want to see him.

Is there a problem?

No cologne?

That's good.

Stop playing games.

I have to warn you too.

What?

I torture boys by the thousands.

I'll cry, you'll see.

Just wait.

The hotel wasn't a good idea.

No, that's not it.

I'm so glad I found you.

I love you longing for me.

But I despise you for it too.

I'll never see the whole you.

I look at your right eye,

at your right eye,

at your nose,

at your mouth...

Then, with all these memories,

I reconstruct your face.

You have to imagine me to see me?

Do you want to imagine my legs?

Sure.

There we were,

you and I,

in this deserted place.

I watched you,

handsome,

dressed in black.

What's wrong?

I'm late.

In three days, I disappear.

Why?

I'm going on tour.

- I don't approve. - Too bad!

- Will you be gone long? - Yes.

I told you.

What?

Not to get attached.

I'm backstage reading a Cocteau play.

Listen:

"I like truth, but it doesn't like me."

Pretty, isn't it?

I miss you.

I gotta go, I'm on.

Arthur...

Yes?

Marie-Julie?

Yes?

It's Arthur.

What are you doing here?

- Am I bothering you? - No.

Sit down.

What is it?

I brought you some thing.

What is it?

It's beautiful.

Did you make it?

Yes.

Marie-Julie was born April 19th, 1984.

She's always feared herself.

At 15, at the suggestion of her grandmother,

she started acting classes

half-heartedly.

Acting is a perfect fit for her.

She appreciates that, during a performance

the present is made whole.

I see you!

What she loves and fears most

is the stage.

So?

How does it look?

Very likeable.

Because it puts her in a state of great confusion.

Thanks mom. Thanks dad.

It's beautiful.

You'll be a great couturier, my son.

Marie-Julie, a word please?

Get out.

Out!

First, learn to knock!

Get out until you do!

Leave my room!

- Your room? - Out, yes!

Get out!

Get out of this dressing room!

Get the fuck out!

Give us a minute.

All done.

It's not my voice speaking.

You OK?

I think I'm going crazy.

What?

I don't know who I am.

Calm down. Try to talk about it.

I'm so scared.

What's happening to me?

Touch my heart.

Don't worry, it's happened to me many times.

Hold my hand.

I have the perfect thing.

Here, drink up.

It's not working.

Please tell me stuff.

What stuff?

Doesn't matter, anything.

Close your eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Not long ago,

I told myself what I was doing

was a rough sketch of the future,

not my real life.

Now,

my life is for real.

It's my real life.

It's like my life writes itself.

It's not like I imagined.

Not long ago,

I met a girl

with an undefinable sadness.

And now I don't feel so alone.

I think I love him.

Is what you have catching?

What?

Love?

It's my extrasystoles.

What are extrasystoles?

It is serious?

Not according to them.

Who's them?

Why won't it stop?

Should I call a doctor?

No, I'll just lie down.

Pass me the drops.

Here, drink.

The dress I made you is a copy.

I'm nothing but a fraud.

Would you like me an actress?

I don't know.

I'm stopping then.

Still like me?

Yes, I do.

I like you.

Kiss me.

What do you want with a stupid little tailor?

You have to save me.

Tell me how.

Quit your job, then I'll show you.

OK, just a second.

It's done.

I've quit.

You're less gloomy,

less serious.

Good.

Now I want us to rest.

Do you want to come?

I want to go to London.

It's too expensive.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

I didn't tell you but I'm rich.

But for how many generations?

At least seven.

OK then, let's go to London

I've never been!

Nothing beats...

A full moon in Maubeuge...

Don't forget to clip the seam or it won't open.

Working hard?

Hello.

Hello.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

- You'll miss the finale! - Shut up.

You'll look after me?

Your ticket.

Don't you want to go?

Promise you'll try.

I'll try, I promise.

Be at the theater at 11:00.

The train leaves at midnight.

Be on time.

Hurry.

You know I'll die if you're not there.

Your boss is just as I'd imagined.

Is he communist?

Don't you think he's scary?

Your girlfriend seems a little nutty.

She's not sad, why?

I didn't say she was sad, I said she was nutty.

See?

You pricked yourself.

Part of the trade.

I'm not so hot, Arthur.

What?

I want to see Claire.

Sylvain.

Claire is fat.

Claire is ugly and stupid.

How are things with Lolita?

Lolita goes out... Comes in...

Doesn't come in,

- or go out, actually. - Of what?

My life!

She passes right by me.

She's nice.

I'm all washed-up.

You want to leave?

You know you never will,

don't you?

I know.

But I'll try.

What's the world made of?

I don't know.

Forgive me, for today I abandon you.

I use this leaden word on purpose.

Considering what I'm leaving behind,

this letter deserves gravity.

Better too much than not enough.

You chose me, Albert.

Just as I chose you.

When I meet you,

I was suffocating to the point of wondering if life was real.

Then I met you.

You, a real man,

who weathered the greatest storms,

and stood fast in the face of horrors,

and, most of all, loving life.

Believing one day this veil will lift,

you awake each morning hoping it has.

I must admit,

you gave me a faith I never thought possible

but hoped for with all my might.

What is it, Arthur?

- Something wrong? - Nothings wrong.

- Coming to the party? - Yes, I'll meet you there.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Bye.

- Want a drink? - No, thanks.

A ginger ale?

A glass of ginger ale?

You don't look good.

I had a fight with my girlfriend.

- The one I saw this atternoon? - Yes.

That sweet thing?

Where'd you meet?

I saw the play she was in.

She's an actress?

What did you fight about?

She wanted me to go on tour with her.

Really?

She found me a job.

- What! - Costume designer.

Costumes?

- And? - I told her it was impossible.

Obviously.

Of course it's impossible!

You know that.

I really like her, Albert.

What do I care?

She might need me.

So, she needs you.

I need you too. We both need you.

So?

What?

I thought we could find a solution.

What solution?

What kind of solution?

A money solution?

You want money?

Is that it?

I was counting on you to run the workshop.

If you leave, I'm screwed.

I know, Albert.

If you know, why ask? Why did you come?

I don't want the workshop.

It's not my life.

I'm a fuck-up.

I'm nobody.

I'm a fuck-up too.

Dummy, you little shit.

"A fuck-up"? What's that mean?

Get out, then. What can I say?

You think you're a fuck-up?

You think so?

Then get out.

Get in.

I can't hear you.

I'd like

my psycho fiancée

to get in my car.

I don't give a damn.

I've seen it all.

You can go, it's all the same.

Why did you hide your illness?

- Who cares? - Don't you think I do? - No!

Why didn't you tell me, Albert?

Who am I without you?

Who am I? Why didn't you tell me!

Why?

My life and death belong to me,

not you.

It's not about you, its my death!

My death belongs to me.

What am I going to do with my life!

Dummy!

If you're gonna talk nonsense, get out.

I've had it.

Get out!

Out of my sight!

- Why're you here? - Where's she?

- Kiss me. - I don't have time.

I'll tell you where she is.

I'll never make it.

Will you forgive me?

I'll forgive you.

Because I'm crazy about you.

If I make the lashes dark.

And the eyes more bright.

And the lips more scarlet.

Or ask if all be right. From mirror to mirror.

No vanity's displayed:

I'm looking for the face I had.

Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man.

As though on my beloved.

And my blood be cold the while.

And my heart unmoved?

Why should he think me cruel?

Or that he is betrayed?

I'd have him love the thing that was.

Before the world was made.

- Little schmuck! - I brought flowers.

It's not me you should bring flowers to!

THE LITTLE TAILOR